I’ve got to sleep. Sleep is my only way to escape.

It's a good thing most people bleed on the inside or this would be a gory, blood-smeared earth.

Sometimes fantasies are better than life.

Nobody's talking to me, but nobody's hassling me either. I guess you can't have everything.

Alone. The saddest word in the world.

I'm partly somebody else trying to fit in and say the right things and do the right thing and be in the right place and wear what everybody else is wearing. Sometimes I think we're all trying to be shadows of each other, trying to buy the same records and everything even if we don't like them. Kids are like robots, off an assembly line, and I don't want to be a robot!

I’m really cracking. No, I’m beyond cracking. I’m shattered. I’m lost. I’m fragmented.